I have seen the souls of men
the spite and hate and lust and greed
I have seen through the eyes of men
for sin is natural not nature’s breach
Men destroy what they love
for they slash feathered birds to keep
them close
Man cares not for prolonged pain
if given he is a moment’s pleasure
I tempted men to sin, for gladly they
did
lost in lust and meld in malt
they care not for an unwilling soul’s
cry
they care not for scars of life
they care not to snatch one off dignity
they care not if it leads to their own
misery
For pleasure of the flesh is pleasure
prodigious
so easy to lead astray, is in that condition
Stories befell, and shall befall
for man shall sin, till the devil falls
Man created rules and society, to
facilitate existence
and lost sight of his need, to save his
creation
For rules are all, I’ve let remain
rules which bind him, and make him
afraid
Fearful, of the voice in his heart, for
the voices of his society
the voices which go silent, the moment
his life enters jeopardy
Man created God, to keep him from me
I told man, His will be seen
He, deserves acceptance, in all walks of
life
and who does not follow, is enemy of
thine
And Man warred, he warred for God
some warred for riches, some for fame
some warred for power, others for the
game
For all now, was in the name of the Holy
one
who was to keep man from sin in the
first place
Man imposed his will, in life and beyond
death
for his will lived in his rules, beyond
question vulgar faith
For social rituals, became bigger than
the reason of their being
for man forgot His Holiness, would
shallow gestures never need
But not God but I, I lie within the
chasms of the soul of man
I have seen within, and found my image
in every corner of his heart
Man, a creature of need and greed not love
or care
man, misunderstood is, is not the
creator but destroyer
For man is nature’s way of closing the
great cycle of life
for no greater parasite, could nature
befall on itself
For no other creature, fails to reach a
balance with nature yet lives on
for no parasite, consumes, and does not
move on
I have seen men, walk over brothers
without regret without a tear in the
heart
Devoid of feeling understanding any
emotion
Man cares not to hog while another
starves infront of him
man would strive for all the Earth and
Moon and stars,
while 6 feet of land is all he needs
Man loves no one, not the general good
not the society he obeys
not the God he worships
not the woman who provides for him
not the child dependant on him
not himself, for his own being
Man loves perceptions, created by others
man works to fulfil, the goals deemed
fit by others
If a man, steps out his toe
either becomes a legend if I sleep
or an outcaste, as I deem fit
For I provide all comforts, man may need
and I only ask for his soul, which he
happily gives
Man, does not regret, for regret is
unknown to him
he only feels emptiness, for his soul is
now devoid of him
I reside now, in the voice of men
the voice they utter the voice they hear
The one voice, I could not conquer
the inner voice the inner call
I taught man to ignore
I taught society, to stake the one who
chooses not to
Man preached his God, but I was the one
preached
Man fell one day and died, and I was the
one who lived
Vishal Gupta
